By Luis Rondon Paz
HAVANA TIMES — The decision to leave Cuba has been an extremely recurrent issue here for over the last 30 years. Last July, when I traveled to Europe, I had the opportunity to meet somebody who chose this path firsthand.
When I read his farewell letter, I felt the need to make his words public, as I believe that this is an issue that deeply affects many people, who for many different reasons have chosen to leave or stay on the island.
In this case, I believe that human existence and the impossibility to bear/wait for changes that won’t become tangible anytime soon in the Cuban system-society, were the driving force behind this young Cuban questioning his role and feeling the strong need to seek out his freedom in other lands.
Here, I publish his farewell letter:
Fellow Cubans, brothers and sisters, friends
The idea of returning to Cuba is something that terrifies me. I’ve reached the point of no return where I no longer know how to live without freedom. I face the same dilemma as Quilombo where my ancestors once lived. I can just about explain to myself the meaning of life under a dictatorship. I thank everybody from the heart for the experiences we’ve shared together, but I don’t want to return to this island that has been kidnapped by an ideology that despises the diversity of human nature.
I must confess that, this has been the most important journey in my life; I have never understood what reality and dreams are really made of in such a short time (…).
I must tell you that my tolerance limit of the ostracism and madness that reigns over our island has now surpassed the threshold. It is with great pain that I write farewell to the land of my parents and my first loves. I’ve left the things that were kindly given to me and some simple presents in my room.
I’m afraid of returning to Cuba and that by some act of magic, the literary testimony that I’ve been inscribing into my soul over all these years disappears. When I left Havana, I carried seven unpublished books in my suitcase and I don’t want to put them in a drawer until the King dies.
A strong hug. I wish you all the best of luck in your own journeys.